Last year, i tried to blog continuously for a period of 30 days using the daily prompts. It was a mildly successful effort and i don’t see why i shouldn’t try it again this year. If i think about it realistically, i have enough time this year to achieve these little things i want to do. I fail when it comes to my willpower to shut Netflix off and go to bed early the previous night instead of watching, “OH, but just ONE more episode” before i finally go to sleep in the wee hours of the morning only to wake up a few minutes before noon. As a student who is on a break from school it seems like a great idea, to be in bed that late but as someone ambitious who has some dreams and goals to achieve in the next 24 weeks, it is a terrible, terrible idea.
So, like anyone else who has worked smart instead of hard, i am going to cheat because i am lazy enough to not want to make 14 different posts since i missed blogging the first 14 days of this year. I am going to attempt to use these 14 prompts in a single post
The words are:
Year Interior Gone Crossing Tempted Float Specific Infinite Shine Uneven Cling Someday Capable Unseen
He was a very capable man,
Life to him was all about infinite possibilities
He yearned to shine at work,
He worked very hard.
But there were times he felt physically drained & tired.
He was very well guarded about his feelings and beliefs.
There were times when all he wanted to do was cling onto something.
He was tempted to cry for help but he was too proud to do so.
His 30 something body felt like it was 50 because of his sedentary lifestyle.
When he was home at night,
He would love to lie down on his bed for specific amounts of time – motionless
Almost trying to make his soul float around the room or hover over his still body
He’d try not to think of the year gone by, it had been a tough one
He’d try not to let random thoughts crossing his mind distract him
Then he would get up and sit by the window
Grab his pack and light one up
In the middle of smoking his cigarette
His eyes would wander off to the mirror at the other end of the room
He’d look at himself and what a mess he is and try to fix his uneven hair
He’d then look down at the pandemonium that ensued due to a traffic jam
In a city like Mumbai, where nothing ever stops, he hoped for a silent minute.
He looked at the mirror again, this time his gaze piercing through the reflection of his being
The demons of his psyche, the interior of his spirit, all came out to play at once
And not unlike the smoke of the cigarette in his hand
The toxicity of his true personality, couldn’t be unseen.
The Daily Prompt: Jan 14: Unseen (Jan 1- Jan 14)